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Kristen Kacin Poem
Beveiled, thou Phantom of Romance ,
Ensconced behind a cryptic door.
Might thresholds cross by happenstance,
Entrancing hearts forever more?
Unshackle now that cryptic door,
Thence leave behind life's remnant scar.
Unfettered lives forever more,
Enchanting muse sung from afar.
No longer wield life's garish scar -
Embrace free spirit - never eschew
Those songs of romance once afar -
Enravish reverie anew.
Life's bygone languish now eschew.
Embrace embroiling senses of
Awakened reverie anew.
Entreat now hearts imbued in love.
Arousing senses bested of
Once covetous feigned sanctity
Entreat hearts ever imbued in love
And cherish regaled ecstasy.
Entrust in realms of sanctity
Stars crossed are not mere happenstance
Enclave love's arcane ecstasy
Unshrouded, Phantom of Romance.
Copyright © Kristen Kacin | Year Posted 2016
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Kristen Kacin Poem
My child, look not upon this weathered face
nor these lines now deeply etched by time
with eyes that look away in mild disgust
from the death of that once fair and smooth
now but a fleeting glimpse of prouder days
once full of pride and youthful arrogance
Look closer and yet closer still my child
for there is much more to see than scars
that offend the casual and impatient eye
for each deep crease a hard lesson holds
learned not easily in times of bitter strife
upon the field of lifes’ indifferent stage
Beyond this worn and tired mask my child
lie precious secrets that are there to share
with those that pause and look beyond the flesh
for wisdom earned not cheaply to be sure
in long battles now but distant memories
but burned by time into the deepest soul
Of these things they speak to you dear one
the lines cry out to you for true audience
you but need to listen for a little while
to history unfold before your roving eyes
but the moment fades I see that you will go
more is the pity then for the teacher and the child.
Copyright © Kristen Kacin | Year Posted 2016
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Kristen Kacin Poem
I've been used and abused, mistreated and mislead,
so many times before, it's wonder I'm not dead.
Been thrown downstairs, pushed through the door
knocked out a window, flattened on the floor.
Been raped and defiled, bled from wounds made,
the cuts that bled soundlessly, those scars did fade.
Life hasn't been great, but I've never bailed...
I've fought to the end, and my life has prevailed.
I am a survivor, and I always land on my feet.
I don't put up with bullshit found on the street.
I'll never give in, never give up, never stay down;
I'll keep doing what it takes, to make my life sound.
You think you can beat me, you better watch out!
I'll fight to the finish, I'll beat you no doubt,
cause I am still alive and I got what it takes
to make sure I survive without any mistakes.
Copyright © Kristen Kacin | Year Posted 2016
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Kristen Kacin Poem
I feel the time is creeping like a vine,
upon the trellis of another day.
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
A trumpet honeysuckle climbing,
inviting hummingbirds and butterflies,
to indulge beauty of another day.
a red flowering climbing vine
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
as time quietly slips away.
While perching songbirds serenade
ruby-throated hummingbirds toast the day.
sweetly sipping fruit nectar from a vine;
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
sharing the sweet taste of red trumpet wine
Copyright © Kristen Kacin | Year Posted 2016
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Kristen Kacin Poem
trun my scarred wrists towards the sun, see where the shackles of shame once hung. bare my flesh and count the flaws where guilt gnash with sharpened claws.
Remove the slippers from my hesitant feet,where molten regret scorched with blazing heat, pull back my hair and with your fingers, trace prints of palmed remorse, adorning my face.
do not consider this my tale of woe or call for pity and sadness to grow, instead look to lessons learned and time gone by wings that formed with feathered pain to fly.
Each score that lies across my body and soul created the woman that stands before you.....whole the past has made me who I am, I'll not ask why to deny the facts would ne weaving a tarnished lie.
I refuse to hide the reasons for who I've become, I'll not cover them for the absorption of anyone as I live on...day by day the past will live within, but never will I allow it to excuse my every sin.
so i ask you now to view the scares and imperfection. the fingerprints of my life...unmasked for inspection just as you wouldn't shield your chilled body from the sun, don't protect me from where I've been...or I become no one.
so with that said there were times I wrote to exorcize demons, they haunted my past, invaded my present and threatened my future. The words, pulled from my heart and separated from my soul took on a life of their own. They blended and muttered thier shades of emotion into a veil of understanding that could be worn by anyone.
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Kristen Kacin Poem
Come to me now!
Move out of the haze
approach me in full starlight
gathering colors within the wake of your path,
wearing them like comet’s tail
and when, close enough
wrapping them around our shoulders.
Come to me now!
I have been waiting
for this eternal moment
when we become everything
we have dreamed to be,
when we merge into one,
when we blend
beyond imagination,
when we transform
into the supreme being of love,
when we move in synchrony
with the perpetual universal dance.
Come to me now!
Move with me to the tune of love
resounding within and around us.
Come and let us be part
of the divine cosmic choreography.
Inhale and exhale life’s essence.
Become aware of our true potential
to be stars among the stars
where words are emissions of light
and every interaction
renews the perfect harmony
in every single moment,
as it was meant to be
from the beginning.
Come to me now!
Copyright © Kristen Kacin | Year Posted 2016
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